"Yes," she whispered. Her eyelids fluttered.
"Let me see the toys."
Hannah pulled two black boxes onto her lap and fumbled with the lids. She displayed the toys one at a time.
I had gotten her a large plum-colored waterproof vibrator, the largest one LELO sold, and a small high-powered clitoral stimulator. As Hannah handled the larger vibrator, she stroked her fingers over it.
"You like it?" I said.
"Matt, it feels so incredibly silky. I don't even know how they can make something feel this luxurious. Oh, and it has a ridiculous number of speeds and settings. And this little one? The vibrations are so strong!"
Hannah's blush darkened. I reached into my boxers, glad she couldn't see me doing it.
"So, you already played with them?"
"No! Er, not like that. I tested the speeds."
"Good. You'll use them for the first time now, with me watching. You're keeping them, Hannah. They're yours, but I'm going to get a lot of pleasure out of them. Position your laptop so I can see your *. Get out of your shorts and panties. Let me watch."
While Hannah was busy positioning the laptop and shimmying out of her shorts and a thong, I pushed off my boxers and squirted lube into my palm. I glanced at my cock. It stood stiffly from me, nine thick, smooth inches for which I didn't thank God often enough. I tensed as I began to spread the cold lube along my shaft.
On the screen, I watched Hannah struggling to position her laptop. She spread her legs and I got a beautiful shot of her *, open like a rose and glistening.
"Damnit," I whispered. "Look how wet you are, you gorgeous slut. I love the color of your cunt."
I heard Hannah moan softly. She closed her legs a little.
"Spread them," I snapped. "Spread your legs for me. Are you embarrassed? Are you embarrassed to know I'm staring at the most private part of your body? God, look at it Hannah."
"Yes," she admitted quietly.
"And you like it, too. You like how filthy I am. You like it when I embarrass you."
"Yes."
I laughed. Hannah's vocab dropped radically when we got intimate. I loved it. She turned from my silver-tongued sparring partner into my docile minx.
With a shudder, I remembered that I was recording this video call.
"Slip that vibrator into your tight body, Hannah. Work it in. Don't use any lube. You shouldn't need any, you're so wet. Turn it on."
I stroked my cock and massaged my sac as Hannah tried to maneuver the phallic toy into her sex. I watched her lips spread around it.
"Nn... too big," she murmured.
"Get it in," I snarled. "I'm bigger than that, and I'll be fucking you tomorrow. Do it."
"Oh, Matt, Matt..."
I forced myself to jerk off slowly. I could have come then and there, watching Hannah wriggle the vibrator into herself. She kept pulling it out and then pushing it deeper.
"Look at you, fucking yourself with it already. A girl and her toys..." I smirked. It felt good to be cruel, to mock her at moments like this. "Faster, Hannah. What do you need to get off, hm? Something inside or just something on your clit?"
She shoved the vibrator in deeper, turned it on, and began to fuck herself with it.
"Ohhh," she groaned. "B-b... both, I... I need both."
"Ah, god." I let myself moan. "You're making this so good for me Hannah. It feels so good. I knew you needed both. You love to have my dick inside of you, don't you? You need it."
"Yes, god yes," she panted.
"Hannah, baby, you make it easy for me to come. Use the other toy on your clit. I'm going to watch you come. Make it good, make a big mess and I'll go easier on you tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm going to teach you a lesson. I wanted to fuck you in the Dynamite Club and you sucked me off, you filthy girl. Couldn't wait to get your mouth on my cock, could you?"